The Epidemic

If you live in this house, you will lose a toenail. That's the conclusion I've come to. Within a span of a couple months, the three of us have all had a toenail come off. GROSS! We're the House of Funky Feet. Alan lost a teeny nail from one of the nonessential toes, but Bailey and I - oh yeah, we lost the major one. The Big One. I have four boxes of bandaids, because I've been wearing them for the past month and don't see this toe being public-ready for probably another month. So bring on all the cutesy, colorful, animal print, whatever bandaids I can find. I'll be damned if I don't get to wear my $3 Old Navy flip-flops for the rest of the season.